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The door swung open and a tall, tan, muscular man walked in carrying a whip and what looked to be a mace. He walked up to the the table and set them down before turning to the beaten and bloodied individual chained to the floor.
"O-oh… goody… new toys for us to play with." the bloodied individual said breathing heavily "I was getting bored of-"
Thwack!
A fist right to his jaw stopped him mid sentence, causing him to spit out blood in the process. "Don't you ever shut up?" the other man growled.
"You're gonna… hafta sew… this pretty mouth… shut if you want me to stop" The bloodied man replied regaining his composure "But we both know you won't do that… face it… I make our… 'sessions' interesting."
"Very… interesting proposition. I appreciate your feedback." The tall man says picking up the mace "I'll see what I can do… but for now settle for… this!"
He smashes the mace right into the bloodied man's face bruising his right eye, knocking out some teeth and dislocating his jaw. He brings up the mace and smashes down again but this time to the man's chest area, effectively breaking two ribs.
"Did you hear that? That was the joyous sound of cracked ribs." The man holding the mace says grinning sadistically "How do you feel want more?"
No reply.
"Oh… passed out? Ah, what a shame. I was beginning to have fun… Hmm maybe I can do one more." He slams the mace twice more at the other man's chest, cracking three more ribs and one rib punctures his left lung. "Okay two for good measure… Anyways see you later I got things to do. I'll try to get new toys for us to play with"
Blood drips from the chained up man's mouth as he hangs semi-unconscious from the pain.
It hurts… it hurts so much I can't speak. The man thinks to himself Bastard, was enjoying himself... I'll get you back. Don't worry.
He turns his head to the door where the other man exited out of. A dislocated jaw, 5 broken ribs, one punctured lung and bruised eye… means nothing compared to what I'll do to you. He spits disdainfully as the last of his energy leaves his body.
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The huge velvet red doors swing open and in comes a tall six footed man wearing a black trench coat and suede suit kneels before a large imposing beast of man sitting at six foot eight on a faded dark gold throne.
"How is the prisoner?" A loud growling voice asks "Is he being cooperative?"
"Very, Sir, he hasn't disclosed the information about our missing 'friend' yet. But he will" The same man from earlier replies. "He's currently… unconscious now and I believe he has a dislocated jaw"
"Excellent. My son, your knowledge of anatomy impresses me."
"Thank you, Father. Any tasks you require of me?"
"Yes. I would like you to locate our friend and eliminate him." The large figure sitting on the throne growls "Use any means necessary… and eliminate any who oppose you. Especially those bothersome Guardians."
"Understood. M'lord."
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They say to truly understand pain, you must first experience it yourself firsthand. That much is true. What isn't true is the sweet nothings and pointless consolations that come in between.
"You're wrong about that."
"About what…?"
"Healed already? I'm astounded by your willpower. Anyways I meant escape."
"What about it?"
"Look around you. You think you're the only one to attempt escape? It's impossible."
Littered around the room lay countless bones, ash, burnt and rotten corpses. Each ranging in different shapes and sizes. Some more recent; others look ancient and worn possibly signifying it has been a quite some time.
"Watch...me. I'll be the first."
"Heh. You got spunk kid… I'll give you that."
"I'll-"
Before he could continue the doors once again swing open and the same man from earlier walks in. "Honey, I'm homeee did you miss me?" The man says mockingly "Sorry I didn't bring you any new toys. But we'll make do with what we have, Right?"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Three times. Three times. It had happened; A fist made contact with his face three times and each time more painful than the last.
"What did you say to me before?" The taller man growls pulling the other's hair "Even if you die… you'll find a way to crawl out of death and kill me? Even if your body stops working your soul will find a way to kill me?"
Instead of responding the chained man spits in the other man's face with a mixture of blood and saliva. "Ack! Rude!" the other man says before kicking the chained man in the gut.
"Guuhh..."
"Hate to break it to ya, Champ… Death isn't an option for you. I plan to torture- I mean play with you all eternity" He grins evilly yanking the man's hair "So everytime you die, I'll bring you back to the very brink of death and kill you again then do the same. An endless cycle."
The tall man walks to table of tools and cleans the blood off the items. "So what toy should we play with now? The mace again? Whip? Or Bolt Cutters?"
Blood drips from the chained up man's face but instead of responding he simply stares back blankly emotionless. The color from his have been drained but he is alive… barely.
The taller man looks to the chained up man and grins sadistically "How 'bout we revisit the good ol' mace? Would you like that?"
Instead of responding the chained man spits in the other man's face with a mixture of blood and saliva once again. Then…
SLAM.
A blow right to his left cheek. "Don't spit on people… It's rude" The other man says wiping off the spit "You need some manners…"
SLAM. SLAM SLAM.
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"Whoaaaa! WHAT THE HELL?!"
In a frenzy Jack leaps out of the way barely dodging the oncoming projectile. "You could've warned me! Jeez. That almost hit me!" Jack says panting on his knees "I almost got
scorched!"
"But you didn't. You didn't get scorched and you dodged gracefully."
"True. But it almost seems like you were actually trying to hit me!" Jack replies regaining his breath "You… weren't trying to hit me, right?"
"I was."
"Oh the- YOU WE'RE?! Why?! You trying to kill me or something?!" Jack says shocked "What the hell man!"
"Pfft. Of course I'm not trying to kill you! But I'm just trying to be as authentic as possible in battle situations" He replies nonchalantly "Besides if I did hit you.. that's what she's here for." He continues pointing at Kate who is watching a distance away.
"Okay, First of all, I have a name sweetheart. And it isn't 'she' it's Kate." She says jokingly approaching the two. "And secondly, You need to be more careful, love, you could seriously hurt your little brother my healing skills can only go so far"
"Aww...please. I have 100% confidence in Jack… He's stronger than me he just needs a push." He replies wrapping his arm around Kate's waist "You're getting stronger bro. I'm proud of you and I'll always be proud of you."
"Thanks, Jax."
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"He's seriously not dead yet? How strong is this guy's willpower?!" A big voice booms "He should've broken by now"
"I-I don't know… No matter how many times I hit him… he still finds strength to talk back or resist."
"Hmmm…. I think it's time to take it up a notch. Let's bring out the electric chair." The man smiles devilishly "Surely a thousand volts to the brain should get him talking. Yes?"
"Of course, My Lordship it shall be done"
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The doors swing open and the man walks over to the man chained up then he unchains him. The previously chained man falls to the ground weak but strong enough to speak "Is my sentence over? Or are we going to the VIP station?"
"Oh yes, You've earned yourself a promotion! You're going to the VIP station." The larger man replies calmly but you can hear the malice in his voice "First class tickets to Good ol' Shocky. The Electric chair."
"Goody."
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That doesn't sound good buddy. Will you be okay?
"I made a promise. I intend to keep my promise. So yes, I'll make due."
Kcul doog.
"Ksnaht. W sseug…"
You're screwed. You know that, right?
"Pey. Yrev dewercs"
I'm so mean to my poor baby. T.T
I'm sure you can translate the last part by yourself right? Remember the Enochian language in this story are just real words you and I use every day just spelt backwards with the exception of I's being swapped for W's.
Ksnaht. W ssueg is... Thanks. I guess. You can figure out the rest. It's easy I believe in you.
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Peace out
Edge~